After
the Celebration

Warren dropped his keys, uncaring,
as he tugged Logan around to where he could get at him. More hard kisses - the
possessive dive and tease of Logan's tongue drawing a fierce response from Warren.
They swayed where they stood, almost wrestling with each other in their urgency.

"Ow -" Warren panted; flinching
as Logan tugged at the tangle of straps binding his wings under his coat. He'd
gotten several buckles on Logan's sleek harness undone - with Logan groaning
at the tugging on his sex. One of Logan's hands was wedged down the back of
Warren's tight white pants while he tried to ease the long leather coat off
his wings with the other.

Warren leaned back; struggling to
catch his breath but Logan made another growling noise and pulled them back
together. Warren forgot anything but the hard pressure against his own erection,
the frustration of the leather binding them both and the feel of Logan's hand
clenching on his buttocks. He arched; head tipped back to expose his throat
to Logan's thrilling mouth, muscles flexing under Logan's hands. Warren bit
back an undignified whimper at the sharp nip of Logan's teeth. Logan had pressed
him up against the stripped brick wall of his bedroom and Warren winced again
- Logan jerked back, looking at him in hazy concern, hands gentling instantly
on his skin.

"It's - alright." Warren muttered
uncomfortably, catching his breath and irritated all over again at the existence
of his wings. They were always so inconvenient. "Have to get out of this
- " he shrugged. "I'll be right back."

"Na - " Logan husked, brushing a
hand across Warren's pants and drawing a shudder from him. "Lemme help - be
quicker and I'm not letting you go."

Warren hesitated, unable to hide
the mistrust, excitement cooling somewhat. He tried to avoid letting anyone
see his wings bound down - especially his lovers. It wasnt exactly an
appealing sight. Logan smiled slightly though his eyes were serious, he gestured
to the black harness hanging off his shoulders.

"Y'undo me and I'll undo you, Wings."
Logan said softly, teasing the sensitive spot at the base of Warren's spine
with a thumb. Breathless, Warren could do nothing but nod. Logan kissed him
- so softly - hands sliding gently up his sides and pushing at the coat.

Warren stiffened, pulse jumping
with nervousness that had nothing to do with his desires. He couldn't help the
mistrust. He was comfortable with Scott - but they'd known each other for almost
ten years. He'd known Logan for less than a week and all his well trained wariness
was reminding him of all the risks - blackmail, exposure, disgust. It was ridiculous
and Warren knew it - Logan had seen him already, had touched him - but, ridiculous
or not, he couldn't quite stamp out the unease.

"Y'smell so damn good." Logan muttered
against his cheek, seeming to sense his nerves. "I've been crazy for y'for days,
Wings."

Warren pushed Logan back a little,
too uneasy to be graceful. "You first."

Logan sighed, then shrugged and
grinned. Warren kissed that smiling mouth, trailing his fingertips along the
powerful arms, trying to distract them both. He wanted to see Logan naked -
like he'd been wanting for days. Perhaps he'd be more comfortable about his
own exposure if Logan were more exposed.

Warren unbuckled the collar and
kissed the warm, damp skin beneath. He licked the salt and stubble, then bit
gently on the galloping pulse. Logan groaned, head falling back as he wrapped
his hands around Warren's lean hips for balance. Warren dropped the collar and
went to work on the harness. Logan's breathing was deep and ragged as they both
stared at Warren's hands moving across his body. Warren's fingers were shaking
as he unbuttoned the leather pants.

With a shiver, forehead pressed
to Logan's, Warren slid a hand inside the black leather pants. Logan whimpered
when he eased his rigid sex free.

"God." Warren whispered, tongue
curling unconsciously across his lower lip, feeling a sudden rush of raw hunger.
Logan was beautiful, rising thick and strong out of a nest of dark hair. He
was flushed dark and urgent, the crown of his sex dusky like a ripe plum and
trailing threads of pre-cum. Warren could feel the lively throb against his
fingers - all of Logan's urgency cradled in his hand.

"God - I want you." Warren said
again, nipples hardening, sex flexing in the hot restraint of his leather pants.
He wondered briefly if it was easy to clean leather - he could feel himself
leaking along his leg. Logan only stuttered something, hands flexing hard on
Warren's hips.

Warren explored the straps around
the base or Logan's sex and wrapped around his testicles, then unbuckled them
with careful fingers. Logan's sex gave a sudden jerk as he was freed and he
hitched a raw little cry of pleasure and buried his face in Warren's hair, panting
through gritted teeth. Warren held very still, not even daring to let him go
as Logan fought back his climax. He pressed his cheek to Logan's sweating face,
rubbing against him, murmuring in his ear. Logan shuddered then relaxed. Warren
pushed the black pants down and bent to unbuckle both their boots.

He took Logan's pants off and the
man was naked and Warren's hands roamed irresistibly over the revealed skin.
He stroked along the powerful flex of Logan's inner thighs, savoring the texture
of hair and hot skin. His fingers skimmed over the angle of his hipbones, then
around to cradle the strong glutes in his long fingered hands. Logan drew him
down, coaxing another open mouthed kiss from him.

"Mmm - my turn." Logan growled then,
voice so low and rumbly that Warren could barely understand it. Warren shivered,
staying still and feeling an odd combination of desire - sharpening into an
ache of lust every time Logan touched him - and unease. Logan murmured under
his breath as if he was soothing a skittish animal, stroking Warren, gentling
him. He eased the long white coat off and Warren shuddered sharply, grateful
to be out of the hot leather. Logan moved behind him and Warren's head jerked
to the side but Logan only slid his arms around him - holding him loosely and
kissing him slowly along the back of his neck. It reminded Warren of last night
and he sighed, leaning back into Logan's arms.

Logan rubbed his face in Warren's
hair, inhaling deeply, keeping Warren distracted as he worked on the straps
on his wings. "These are tangled, Wings. I'm gonna cut 'em."

"Whatever - " Warren breathed shakily
as Logan's fingertips slid up his spine. He just wanted them off - wanted to
be free. The snick of Logan's blades made Warren stir then he groaned in relief
as he felt the immobilizing pull on his wings suddenly ease. He was free, wings
sweeping out and Logan was pressed against his back, grinding his hips against
Warren's butt. That same blade cut the lacing of Warren's pants and Warren cried
out, arching up instinctively as he felt cool air and warm hands on his sex.
There was a warm mouth on his shoulders, licking him, sucking at him. Logan
was sliding down his back, mouth leaving a wet trail, sharp teeth grazing along
his spine. Warren just moaned, swaying. It was like Logan was trying to eat
him alive.

A slow, drawing kiss the base of
Warren's spine drew shuddering, soft cries from him as he arched shamelessly
into the grip of Logan's hands kneading his flesh. The pants were peeled off
and instantly forgotten. Logan's hands moved immediately to grip his sex, even
as his mouth moved wetly over his buttocks. Stunned, Warren stared open mouthed
at Logan's hands as they gave a slow, firm pull. Pre-cum trailed generously
from the tip of his erection, Logan rubbed his fingers in it. Warren jerked,
suddenly trying to squirm free, hands closing on Logan's wrists.

"S -s-top. Logan - " Warren gasped,
shuddering, sex pulsing hard in Logan's hands when he felt the other man bite
him at the rising crest of his butt. He was on the edge, Logan's every breath
on his wet skin pushing him closer. "Don't w-want to come. Want - Logan - please
-"

Finally, trembling, Warren sank
down to straddle Logan's thighs, wings rustling as they slid over the polished
wooden floor. He pressed onto Logan's lap, uncaring of his bruised thigh, rocking
demandingly on Logan's lap. He could feel the thrust of Logan's shaft against
him and Logan rocked forward suddenly, arms locking around Warren's waist. There
was harsh growling in his ear, fingers closing hard and quick on Warren's nipples.
He cried out, sprawling forward as Logan thrust against him. Hands braced on
the floor, wings swept wide, Warren drew his knees under himself as he heard
Logan fumbling in his nightstand.

"Ahh - c-condoms." Warren gasped,
angling a wing down and glancing over his shoulder. Logan shot him a dark look,
eyes molten gold.

"Don't need 'em." He rumbled, scooting
across the floor back to him on his hands and knees like a great predator.

Warren drew suddenly and violently
away - turning his face aside with a curse as Logan's words hit him like a bucket
of ice water. "Dammit!"

"Na - Wings." Logan caught his wrist,
holding on as Warren tried to break free. His voice was rough as if Logan was
having a hard time finding words. "I don't need 'em - and you don't with me."

"Bullshit!" Warren snapped, panting
- too hard to think and knowing he had to. Between the fear of paternity suits
and the fear of AIDs, Warren had never had sex without a condom. Damn Logan
for being a dick!

Suddenly Logan was there, hand gripping
his chin gently as he panted into Warren's frustrated face. "You listen Wings.
I ain't tryin' t'screw you over - not the way you think -" he said with a grin.
"I got a healin' factor. Can't get sick and I ain't gonna give you nothing."

He flushed, hearing the hunger in
his voice but - the thought of being that close - being that close. Logan
leaned in and kissed him hard and Warren's mouth opened eagerly.

"Yeah - " Logan growled, angling
down to kiss his way down Warren's throat. Warren arched helplessly into his
hands and mouth. He was aching now, for Logan - so hard he hurt - so hungry
he felt drunk. "I'm gonna make you fly, Wings."

Logan's hands were everywhere, pulling
on his cock, tweaking his nipples - driving Warren right to the edge. The heavy
salt taste of Logan's skin was in Warren's mouth, he licked his thick fingers
and bit Logan's wrist gently. Then a powerful arm wrapped around his waist with
a possessive rumble, lifting him easily. Warren arched, head back, hips lifted
- wings spread - instinctively opening himself. Moaned, voice rising as he felt
the strong stroke of lubricated fingers preparing him. The pressure felt good
- anticipation licked like fire up his spine, making him leak onto the polished
oak floor beneath them.

Logan was growling again, making
Warren squirm shamelessly on his knees. He needed - he needed - so badly.
Logan pulled him back strongly, powerful thighs sliding between his, pressing
Warren farther open. Warren settled back with a sweeping flutter of his wings,
feeling the touch of Logan's sex against him. There'd be nothing between them
- nothing. Just hot flesh - opening him with a strong, irritable thrust. Warren
wailed, head thrown back, at the sliding, ecstatic ache. His wings jerked as
he shuddered, sharp pleasure twisting his face like pain. Logan was so big.
The broad ache settled deep as Logan's powerful arms pulled Warren down onto
his lap. So thick.

Warren bit his lip, he couldn't
hold still, especially as Logan's still slick hand wrapped around his straining
erection. He moved, surrendering to Logan's rhythm, riding the shaft impaling
him and moaning his pleasure as he felt Logan rise to meet him. Warren wrapped
his hands around Logan's forearms, wings fluttering for balance, skin slick
with sweat and flushed with the swift rising ecstasy. Warren was so close -
rising fast - Logan was wordless, mouth rough and demanding on his shoulders
and clearly as close to the edge as he was. Warren's eyelids fluttered then
widened, blind - Logan thrust up, burying himself deep inside the hard clench
of Warren's body with a shout. Shuddering hard, Warren jerked in Logan's arms,
a brief cry was wrenched from him as his wings swept up and down. Pleasure exploded
through Warren, wild, free - he was falling fast into it - heat spilled from
him in a hard jolt as he came across Logan's fingers clamped around his sex.

Panting, dazed, Warren sagged on
Logan's lap, wings relaxing to sprawl over the floor. Logan was hot against
is back, catching his breath in harsh gasps against Warren's neck. He stirred
but Warren held him for a moment longer, eyes closed, feeling - for the first
time in his life - the messy slippery presence of someone inside him. Not just
someone. Logan. Warren shuddered, blinking, a little startled at how much difference
it made that it was Logan here now. Giving him something he'd never thought
to have. He twisted, sighing as Logan's softening sex slid from him and wrinkling
his nose at the sticky trail down his thighs. Warren rested his head against
Logan's linking his arms around his shoulders. Logan didn't look ready to talk,
Warren didn't fee the need to.